Gloom

In a nondescript Equestrian town, it rains, all day, all week, all month… for well over half a year now. What was a quaint rustic town before quickly became a gloomy place where ponies did their day-to-day huddled up, and there was nearly no interaction. Ponies did not live here, they merely existed.
 
No real plot or anything complex here. Simply a thread with a slightly darker, moodier atmosphere than what you’d expect in Equestria, with the singular goal of providing a place for derbibooru’s roleplayers to escape, whether it be a hectic life or another RP. This thread is supposed to be slice of life, with nothing that grandiose expected to happen. We’ll see where it goes, if it goes anywhere at all.

(I might join later)

A mare looks out the window, not surprised that it’s once again pouring rain. She wonders why the town hasn’t flooded after so long. She doesn’t want… it to happen in this town, but they don’t have the funds to move. There aren’t as many places to work as there used to be. She wonders if anypony remembers that the town is there. Maybe they’ve been forgotten..
 
She pushes a few strands of sapphire mane from her eyes, turning from the pane of glass to face another lonely day in the shadow.

@luna the great!  
(Hey Luna!)

A train in the far off distance lets out its bellowing horn, low and wailing as the train moved sluggishly along.
 
(I, as BP, will occasionally just post stuff for atmosphere.)

wraith finally closes his book, it was a decent ending, h’d go by the book store and get the sequal later..at least thatd be something to do today..

(Seems Interesting, Will Lurk)

@JustLikeTheNewGuy  
(hahahahaha.)

@gamerlunasteamate117  
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@Background Pony #66A1
 
You know what… I’ll just take advantage of this, if you don’t mind. Though, sorry if it gets rather… text-heavy
 
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A young pegasus sits inside one of the passenger cars, listening idly to the sound of the falling rain as he looks outside at the passing countryside. He tugs a bit at the scarf around his throat, pulling the teal and gray striped fabric tight before sighing to himself quietly and absently blowing a strand of his long, light blue mane out of his eye.
 
This is silly…
 
He groans to himself again, propping himself up, and unfurling one of his wings, bringing it about to absently stroke a fishhook that dangled about his neck.
 
I have that deadline coming up in a month, and now is when I finally buck-up and decide it’s the time to…
 
He slumps back into his seat, and rubs his chin with the tip of his wing.
 
Ion… what are you getting yourself into?
 
It was that at that moment that the speakers outside sparked to life, the sudden burst of static catching his attention and making him glance up at the mini-speaker in the corner of the compartment.
 
“Attention passengers, we will be arriving at Static Station in one hour. The conductor will be by shortly to collect your tickets. Thank you for traveling with us on Cloud Nine.”
 
An eyebrow was raised at the interference, but the pegasus simply let it go for the time being, and set about gathering his two duffle-bags from underneath the seat, and, unzipping one, took out a small yellow post-it.
 
757 Meadow Hill Rd.
 
He sighs again, tucking the note back into his pack, and moving the bags onto the seat next to where he had been sitting, and goes back to watching the passing scenery.
 
“Hopefully they’re going to be alright with having a sudden guest…”

after a couple of hours wraith braves the elements to head to the bar next to the trainstation, the only place in town besides his bok store where he felt safe and….drunk…mostly…drunk..

The scent of coffee floating up the stairs wakens the stallion, and he groans quietly, rolling over, not wanting to wake up. It’s miserable living here, and he’d.. Much rather sleep, dream, forget it all. Then again, he’d never see his wife if he did that. He sighs, hopping off the bed. He winces as his aching hooves make contact with the floor.
 
His eyes drift to the window. Same as usual. It’s a shame, this town used to be so nice. He doesn’t bother to run a brush through his mane before he descends the stairs.
 
The mare is setting the small, round wooden table. Two green mugs are the source of the smell that woke him. He greeted the mare with the fawn coloured coat and blue mane. She’s the only other pony in the house. The stallion sits down and soon enough, the wonderful caffeinated liquid is gone. He feels slightly better. Slightly.
 
“I was thinking someone should contact the princesses.” The mare breaks the silence. “This isn’t natural.”
 
He looks up. “They can’t be bothered. They must be aware, don’t they know, well, everything?” It’s a bit hesitant by the end of the sentence. Maybe they don- No, of course they do.
 
“I suppose. I, I just don’t want him to grow up in this place.” She’s worried, and it’s quite obvious. Maybe they should think about catching a ride out of here. Even if they’re broke, it might be better.
 
“Everything will be fine.” With that, he pulls the red-brown coat on, struggling just slightly to get it in position, and begins to leave, pausing at the edge of the doorway. “Make it through the day, Meadow.”

Dawn Sketch has arrive to this town by train. She walks off the train and into the pouring rain, that seems endless. She didn’t have an umbrella and is soaked in the rain. Her mane and tail is all wet, and she now cold and shivering in the rain. When she walks into the town, she can barely see any signs of ponies around her.
 
“This town looks very depressed,” she said. She wants to find somewhere get inside and find some warmth.

The hour of waiting, and a haphazard nap had done little to straighten Ion’s thoughts, and as the train rolled up into the station, he found himself… hesitating as he grabbed his bags, slipped into his jacket, pulled his collar up, and made his way into the station itself.
 
I should just go on the ‘round-a-bout’ trip. Forget about it, and just get back to Canterlot…
 
He sighs to himself, shifting his shoulder a bit to get the bags in a more comfortable position. Shivering as the rain begins to soak him, and he gives the scarf another quick pull before reaching into his bags with an idle hand, and plucking out the note with a swift motion.
 
Though, it looks like the rumors were true. Hasn’t stopped yet, and if anything is to be believed… not likely to. Not to sure if my love of the rain is going to survive this trip.
 
He sighs to himself, again.
 
At least I have a chance to get out of the rain, and even if that fails, I’ve got enough to rent out a room in a inn, or motel if I really need to. The only question is… well…
 
Ion glances about, suddenly feeling a bit to silly. Failing to spot anything that looks like a map, or brochure stand
 
Where do I even begin looking?

@LR-Studios
 
The mare, Meadow, has been alone at the house for a few hours since her husband left. Sitting at the desk just by the window, she seems to be writing frantically, stopping every few seconds to look it over, as if unsure, then going straight back to scribbling.
 
At one of said pauses, something outside catches her eye. Oh, that pony must be new? One shouldn’t come here, it is a terrible vacationing town. But the newcomer is wet, and confused, and if she doesn’t get inside she’ll catch a cold. And they did buy a house with guest rooms for a reason… She steps out onto the porch, waving to the mare.
 
“Hey! You’re going to catch a cold out there. Come get dry!” She doesn’t have to raise her voice too much, their house isn’t all that far from where the mare is.

@luna the great!  
Dawn Sketch sees her, knowing the mare is offering her to come inside. She runs up to the mare at the house. Once she got inside, she can feel warmth, but is still shivering.
 
“Thank you for offering me to come inside.” She said.

@FriendlyRobo  
he walks out of the bar and goes to check on his store but he stops half way. there was a pony at te ailstaion and he looked lost, “help you find something?” he calls over the heaving rain

@gamerlunasteamate117
 
He snaps out of his train of thought, and looks over at the other stallion, and chuckling nervously to himself as he shivers a bit from the cold.
 
“Something like that,” He says as he walks over, fiddling with the note in his grasp. He offers it, before adding “Would you happen to know where I can find this address?”

@FriendlyRobo  
“yeah you wont be reaching it in this though..you can use the employee apartment above my bookstore if you like, last employee quit and moved to canterlot, cant find anyone to take over..”

@gamerlunasteamate117
 
He grimaces a bit, frowning. “Uh… that’s very generous of you, Sir. But, I should be fine to get there on my own. All I need is some directions and I should be alright,” He gestures with his hand at the rain. “It’s not as if this is going to be getting worse…”
 
He pauses for a second, a flash of concern coming and going.
 
“I mean, it doesn’t… right? It’s been awhile.”

@FriendlyRobo  
the bottom falls out and vision immeaditetly becomes minimal. “yes.yes it does.”

@LR-Studios
 
She closes the door behind them before more cold air can invade the cozy house. “Yes, well, the weather isn’t very.. Pleasant.” She smiles. “You must be new here. Visiting?” She walks over to a closet near the door, pulling out a dove grey towel and handing it to Dawn. It’s very fluffy, and soaks up the water quickly.
 
“I’m Meadow Serenade.” Her parents were always one for overcomplicated names, however pretty. “What’s your name?”

@gamerlunasteamate117
 
He deflates immediately, and sighs long and hard.
 
“Note to self, never utter those words, again. Period.”
 
He quickly changes his expression, giving you a thankful smile, before nodding and waving his hand towards the way outside.
 
“Lead the way, Stranger. You know, considering?”

@FriendlyRobo  
leads him to the bookstore, and opens the door for him. “welcome haha all things considdering”

@gamerlunasteamate117
 
He chuckles nervously as he steps inside, adding a quiet, “Uh… Thank you.” as he passes by. Though, he stops a few steps inside, looking around the place with a small, but sad smile.
 
“Wow, and here I thought you were kidding about the whole ‘I own a bookstore’ statement.”
 
He takes his time, walking up and down the aisles, glancing at the various novels, short stories, and other literature every so often. He’s lost in thought for a bit, as he wanders, and it takes about a minute for him to realize what he’s been doing.
 
“Right… forgot to introduce myself…”
 
He walks over, offering a hand.
 
“Ion, and… thanks for your offer. I… do really appreciate it, it’s just not something I… expected.”